The only constant is change
- this
a
fundamental truth
carrying us through
transitions
and transformations
oftentimes
upheavals
all the time knowing
that the opposite
is stagnation
( never good.)
Movement
equals life
as with migrating monarchs
a wildebeest's wanderings
all of us engaged
in a laborious
trek
journeying towards the new,
the frequently unknown.
Necessity
is our launch
a seeking
for something better,
a place to rest,
- somewhere called home.
And I can envision
wagon ruts still visible
across the plains
and I am aware of cultural
diasporas
history's repeated human
exodus
the myriad travails
of a gypsy
soul.
Though sometimes
belongings are simply
packed
into a car or a truck
and we
change locales
( a venturing forth still)
full of
excitement and possibility
although stressful
and tiring too,
we move,
pull up stakes
and settle in once more.